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Ricky's been more than aware about the puppy dog Gyuvin agenda, in fact he was the one who started it.
Everybody likes to debate whether he was those short frail dogs like eumppappa that peer up at you with their big beady eyes, which is wrong, by the way. Ricky thinks he's more of an energetic golden retriever pouncing and jumping on people completely unaware of its strength. Unaware that no, you’re not a small puppy, you’re actually 6’4” tall man with limbs too long for the idol industry, get off inkigayo and on the court!
Nevertheless, Ricky's always been picked “puppy” in the deer and dog argument, dead front and center did he advocate for it, getting into arguments with the man himself actually. His main reason being within the early hours before schedules, alone in their room enjoying each other's company, there was this certain glow when the morning shines through the cracks of the blinds, reflecting the sweet sun on his fluffy bed hair, adding the prettiest golden flare around his head. Further supplied with the ooey gooey smitten smile painted all over his face, Ricky didn’t even have to squint anymore to imagine the most energetic tail wagging behind him.
Without the puppy Gyuvin agenda, their dog and cat dynamic wouldn’t have existed. To imagine them without it is to completely replace them with something else. Especially with Gyuvins sick obsession in bothering the fuck out of Ricky, practically engrained into his daily routine “annoy rwick” then patiently waiting for his reaction. He looooves to enrage Ricky, practically a 6th love language for him.
But, unfortunately, he also loves that about him.
Though, it does get annoying sometimes.
“I’m tired, Qubing.” Ricky groans, hiding his head in the space between his folded arms.
3 rounds later, once by hurried hands down each other's pants, shoving each other into the room with an intoxicating sense of desperation that they’re not even trying to hide, unapologetic and unashamed. To Ricky getting dicked down onto the bed, Gyuvin hitting his sweet spot almost so effortlessly it melts his brain into putty. Even as each thrust of his hips pushes him up the bed, the kitty ears on his head stand still. The ring of its bells and the slamming of the bed frame against the wall leave little to the imagination, even if they were completely silent, and of course, they were not.
Ricky doesn’t understand how the life hasn’t drained out of him, figuratively, and well, literally. He’d be impressed in another time, probably secretly delighted, but it’s hard when Gyuvins whines and pawing at him for another round is starting to run his patience thin.
“Pleasee you just look so—” Gyuvin whines, kneading the plump of Rickys ass, “so so pretty for me.”
His complaints are cut short with a groan as Gyuvin starts toying with the plug. Grinding it in slow circles that teeter him on the edge of losing it. It’s barely enough to reach his sweet spot, its only real purpose is keeping Gyuvins cum stuffed inside him. He curls within himself, groaning at the overwhelming sensation of being played with fresh out of an orgasm. And As if it couldn’t get any worse, somewhere behind him he could hear an amused snicker.
Dickhead, of course Gyuvin likes this, that fucker is always taking pleasure in teasing and taunting Ricky until hes practically shaking. Even if Gyuvin mewls and begs, incoherent sentences blending together into mush ending off in whines, there was always that unwritten pretense of Gyuvin having the upper hand.
And that infuriates Ricky.
“Does it look like I care?” Ricky says, shooting glare to the boy behind him.
It’s a hidden side of the game they play, the usual playful taunts morphing into sinister versions established long ago that Ricky will be a brat and Gyuvin will fuck the attitude out of him, ruin him until his complaints turn into whatever variation of Gyuvin’s name his brain could supply.
In actuality, it’s fun, it’s not a vast difference to how they usually are. There was just a thrill of playing their parts but also letting go, satiating wants held only for each other. Near animalistic with how eager they are to get a hold of each other, to grab—to break each other into little pieces until they beg to be put back together, to bite and admire the mark it leaves, to lick the wound clean as if to seal their fate under their hands.
And Ricky would play along, more than willing to indulge in their fantasies… As evidenced by the kitty ears that never seem to go away, quite literally as they barely even budge when Gyuvin rakes his hand through his hair to pull him back on his cock.
Practiced patience, a skill he’s polished and prepared for when Gyuvin lingers (more so, completely crushes him in so called affection in attempts to anger him) far too long with his pests. Meaning, it takes a lot for Ricky to get annoyed. So it nearly surprises him when Gyuvin manages to reach that limit, and still deliberately breaches it.
Gyuvin whines again, slinking his hands under Ricky to play with his tummy, “Please, Ricky?”
Ricky groans, rolling eyes, does he really think this is working? “And annoying me is working how?”
“You don’t even have to do anything,” Gyuvin promises, pressing kisses on each knob of his spine, he’s nearly draping himself over Ricky. Hovering but close enough that Ricky could feel his erection rubbing up his ass, “You could be my toy, kitty.”
He’s heard that many times before, always ending with him becoming a cocksleeve for Gyuvin. He treats Ricky as his little plaything, almost a fleshlight as he chases his climax in his hole. A pretty fleshlight with an even prettier face, he liked to say, when the feeling of being molded into Ricky's inside has him dumb.
Admittedly, Ricky loves it. He loves it when Gyuvin is rough, when Gyuvin uses him for his own pleasure, when the bed shakes and quakes under them. It’s degrading and demeaning, but in all honesty, it’s more of a prize for Ricky than it is Gyuvin.
Gyuvin has a lot of self control, he’s the definition of persevering and self disciplined, it’s one of the many reasons why Ricky fell in love with him. But each time they fuck, each time they make out, each time Gyuvin gets his hands on him or the other way around, there was something uglier inside Gyuvin that liked to peek out.
There was no denying that Gyuvin and him are kinky as fuck, Ricky even liked to think he just brought that side out of him. But there was something he was hiding from Ricky, and he needed to know what exactly it was. He just needed a push, or more so, nothing at all.
Defiant and dismissive, Ricky says, “You’re oddly confident.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
He looks back, craning his neck at the sight of Gyuvin pouting, looking like a puppy with it’s ears turned down on his messy hair, “Sorry, let me rephrase;;, you’re cocky.”
Gyuvin whines again, Rickys words mean no real harm. Most of the time insincere and only for the love of the game. But this time it’s a slight jab, a warning shot for Gyuvin, who seems to just not take a hint. And somehow, Ricky can’t tell if this was on purpose or not.
“I don’t wanna waste how pretty you look right now—tail, ears, paws, and all.” Gyuvin groans, smearing his slick up against the cleft of his back, “You’re the prettiest kitty I've ever seen, all for me too.”
Sweet talk, the easiest tool Gyuvin has under his belt. Practiced and poised, he knows exactly what words to say to make Ricky go haywire. And unfortunately it does work, a little too well.
He would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to, he could feel himself hardening under him. He could feel himself go crazy, an overwhelming mixture of annoyance and bliss pushing him at the edge, nearly throwing everything out the window and taking what he wants, he knows Gyuvin would let him. He’s practically begging right in his ear to take him. To stop torturing them both and fill that aching need that his body wants too.
How could he not when Gyuvin just can’t keep his hands to himself, groping and sliding his hands all over Ricky like it would pain him not to.
It’s a habit that never seems to go away, how touchy Gyuvin is. Before they even started dating—officially, he doesn’t even wanna think of how long they were in a more than friends but less than lovers type situation, Gyuvin always had himself slobbered all over Ricky. Another instance of Gyuvin being a big dog unaware of its strength, and… to his delight, big in another way.
Rickys always wanted to know if Gyuvin could just go one day without touching him, but maybe for another day. Right now he wants something else and all he has to do is be bait—then hook, line, and sinker.
He sighs, arching his back so he could rub up against Gyuvin, earning him a breathy groan, “What do you want Gyuvin-ah,”
The hand on his chest trails up to squeeze at the column of his neck, Gyuvins long slender fingers wrapping around with the littlest of effort. They’re not allowed to leave marks, the makeup artists would be sure to kill them before anything else, so the faint red blooming on his neck will always stay faint. Careful that it won’t ruin the porcelain skin Rickys adorned with, even when Ricky is the one begging to be ruined, until he cracks and spills. But Gyuvin knows better, so his hands sit on his neck, not too loose but not too tight, the perfect fit for his favorite necklace.
Gyuvin takes one of his piercings in his mouth, playing with it and slightly tugging before whispering, “I wanna fuck you.”
“What do you think we’ve been doing this entire time, stup—“
He’s abruptly stopped when Gyuvin squeezes his hand, sending a light feathery feeling in his head. Stuck in the clouds it’s hard to talk, hell, it’s hard to even think.
This isn’t good, not when whatever conscience he had of neighbors, hell even roommates, overhearing the downright perverse fantasy Ricky deliberately and wholeheartedly agreed to gets thrown out the window. Ricky could practically hear the splat of his shame on the concrete ground right outside, maybe if he checked out his window Gyuvin could fuck him on it.
Oh he’s losing it.
It doesn’t seem that Gyuvin is too far off though, with the way he’s grinding up against Ricky. He could almost say he’s losing control but—Ricky knows better, that Gyuvin knows exactly what he’s doing. And is more than willing to continue doing it, another unwritten pretense they have—Gyuvin just doesn’t lose it.
“I’m not sure.” Ricky twists, laying on the bed flat on his back with Gyuvin in between his legs, “Beg.”
“I’m not gonna do that!” Gyuvin pouts, his puppy eyes will be getting nowhere…tonight, maybe some other time.
“And why is that?”
“Because—Just, C’monnn,” He whines, ducking down to trail kisses over his neck, placing heavier ones right on his tattoo, “I’ll take care of you, princess. Just give in.”
“Sweet—Shit, sweet talk won’t get you anywhere.”
“I think it is, judging by the way your poor little cock keeps leaking on top of you.” Gyuvin smirks, rubbing his thumb on the tip of his dick.
“Unfair!” Ricky seethes, smacking Gyuvin a tad too harshly on his shoulder. “I’m not gonna give you shit.”
“Can we please just try something out?”
Ricky cocks an eyebrow, what did Gyuvin wanna try and why is he being so shy about it? It’s not like they haven’t done stuff that… ultimately ruins their reserved spot in the pearly white gates. Gyuvin knows he can trust Ricky with all of him, or in him, or on him, for that matter.
“I don’t even know what you want, Qubing, you have to tell me.” Ricky coos, coming up to hold Gyuvins face in his hands.
Ricky could feel Gyuvins erection on his, still hard and slightly red, still weeping in the ignorance Ricky teased him with. Who is he to deny his sweet Gyuvin?
His hand slivers down, wrapping his dainty fingers around Gyuvins shaft. It’s still sticky in precum, hot and heavy on his palms; he could feel it throbbing. The contrast between Rickys soft hands, pale and almost glowing under the ambient light; to the mess of spit, cum, and lube all over Gyuvins cock. The sight of him was even messier, droopy eyes fixated on Ricky like he was the only thing he could see. Mouth dropped into an ‘O’, with his lips spilling the littlest bit of drool along with heaviest of moans, Rickys favorite song nearly deafening him as the chorus graced his ears.
“Shit, Ricky, I—“
”It’s a little pathetic you’re all bark and no bite, useless puppy.” Ricky coos, almost giggling at the pathetic whimper Gyuvin lets out.
But boisterous, taunting and borderline disrespectful laughter escapes Ricky when Gyuvin starts thrusting his hips up against him. Nothing could beat how Gyuvin feels against him, changing the definition of mind numbing pleasure for Ricky forever—But maybe this version of Gyuvin could.
Maybe Ricky was a hypocrite, making fun of Gyuvin when he's practically bursting at the seams under him. The rhythm of his hips was nothing short of desperate, just how Ricky liked it. With his legs wrapped around Gyuvins waist he could feel everything. Each rub of their cocks together, easily sliding with the amount of precum Gyuvin is spilling. The small bits of overstimulation starting to seep in, mixing in with the bliss and threatening to completely break him. Heat starting to pool up in his gut, his eyes fluttering shut. And Gyuvin—Gyuvin, Gyuvin, Gyuvin whose moans are grounds for noise complaints, they spill from his lips without any shame, and that just adds even more to the pleasure.
He’s still plugged up, the toy enough to keep Gyuvins release inside but not enough to touch the little sweet spot in him, one that Gyuvin seems to reach with barely any effort.
“Please, Ricky, I’m—I’m gonna go fucking crazy.” Gyuvin whines, wrecked and so so pathetic.
So Ricky breaks, “D-Do whatever you want.”
In a swift second, Gyuvin flips him back on his front. Manhandling him like he was nothing. It’s ironic that even after Ricky started working out; he’s grown more muscle, he could probably lift Gyuvin and more—But he still finds himself pliant to Gyuvins wants, willingly doing all of this just for him. If everyone thinks that Gyuvin was down bad for Ricky, Ricky may be worse.
He doesn’t complain, it’s hard to when Gyuvin holds onto his waist like handles to shove him back onto his cock. Of course, obstructed by the tail plug he’s not as full as he wants to be, the tip of the toy barely touching the spot he needs the most. It’s teasing him, barely grazing it, so close yet so far out of reach.
No way in hell Gyuvin still has the audacity to be teasing Ricky when he’s literally putty in his hands, when he’s practically handed over his dignity to Ricky, composure a far away thought and decorum nowhere to be found.
“Qubing what—“
“You feel so fucking good, Shit—Fuck.“ Gyuvin cries out, moans echoing around the room. Bouncing off the walls and landing straight and dead center in Rickys ears, it’s everything, it’s too much. Way too much.
He’s trying to make sense of it, but he can’t. The way the bedframe hits the wall is like a small chant, a song bidding adieu to the sanity neither of them held for one another. Each thrust feels like heaven, slow in pace but heavy in weight, and mean in the way he almost holds no regard for Ricky with the way he chases his pleasure against him. He can’t move, especially with the iron grip Gyuvin has on his waist. Holding onto him as if he anchors Gyuvin down, keeping him from getting too high.
But he does, he always will when it comes to Ricky.
”Gyu—Gyuvin, Ah, hah, what are you doing?” He looks behind him, trying to face the boy behind him.
And the sight of him—was worth more than anything in the world.
“Oh,” Ricky snorts, “You’re so fucking pathetic, Qubing.”
He moans at the sinking humiliation, at the tension of the room broken into tiny shards, he chokes on them, all the while Ricky laughs at how pathetic he was, because really, he really was.
He was fucking ruined, all from heavy petting and thrusts of his hips he turns into putty so pitable Ricky almost feels bad. But it’s hard when he looks so good like this, like a meal all for Rickys pleasure. The irony of this wasn’t lost on him, and he made sure it wasn’t on Gyuvin either.
“You hump me like a dog and expect to cum?”
He whines, moans broken off by the quick shut of his lips. So he knows, he knows how pathetic this whole thing was. His head bowed down like a puppy getting scolded, a stupid mutt unable to control itself.
“Hands off” Ricky demands, twisting up so he could face his boyfriend, his pretty little boytoy.
Gyuvin sits up, practically kneeling in between Rickys legs, still trying to catch his breath as if he ran a marathon. There was sweat trickling down his body, adding a sheer effect on his sunkissed skin, it’s addicting to watch them cascade down in rivulets. To watch how they touch each crevice that nobody else could touch but him, to see how Gyuvin could be ruined, all reserved for him.
Maybe in some other time he could fully appreciate the beauty that his boyfriend holds, but right now, on the silver platter he holds his dignity on, Ricky could almost swoon in admiration.
He takes his face on the palms of his hands, keen on facing him eye to eye. But Gyuvin resists, keeping his eyes locked on whatever else that isn’t Ricky and it is really running his patience thin, that won’t do, he thought. Pulling his jaw up to face him, he smiles, finally seeing his artwork up close. Down to the littlest of details.
His eyes were blown wide, pupils dilating at the sight of Ricky. Stars reflected on his eyes, near romantic if it weren’t for the situation he was in. The utter pathetic state of him just leaking under him.
”Go on then, try doing that again.”
“I don’—
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be negotiating, Qubing.” Ricky tsks, slowly watching dread fill Gyuvin up, and spill from the tip of his cock. Oh, so he’s into this.
“Judging by the way your poor little cock keeps leaking underneath you,“ Ricky giggles, oh how the tables turned, “you should be close, aren’t you.”
”Yes, need to cum—please.” Gyuvin begged.
”I'm giving you full permission to, you just don’t wanna do it.”
“It’s embarrassing! I—I can’t do it, please, just.”
“Where was all the cockiness you had earlier? Did it leave with your brain?” Ricky asks, “I’m asking you to do something, and when I say it, you do it.”
Ricky's hand slinks up to his hair, he pulls on it tightly, “Go on.”
Gyuvin has always been susceptible to Rickys wants, especially eager to fulfill anything he desires, so why should that stop now?
With a whimper, he sits up, crawling closer towards Ricky until his hips sit atop his own. He could barely meet Ricky in the eye when his hands meet his waist again, you could write it off as him being a shy, as a puppy is confronting its owner after disobeying. But the real answer was just a little bit more pathetic.
He watches as Gyuvin lines his dick up against his, holding both of their cocks together as he rolls his hips. He’s going slowly, as if unsure and unwilling of disappointing Ricky. Disappointing more than he already has, Ricky couldn’t imagine how he feels. But something tells him he does,
”Gyuvin-ah,” Ricky gasps, “are you crying?”
If Gyuvin couldn’t face him earlier he definitely couldn’t now. Even when his pace starts to quicken, whining as tears fall from his face from just sheer pleasure after being denied, even for just a little bit, he nearly falls apart on top of him. Crying and crying out inaudible babbles that spill from his lips as the heat in his gut grows hotter.
“Gyuvin—Shit,” Ricky shudders, brain short circuiting, barely being able to process that Gyuvin is crying, because of him. immediately, dread starts to fill him fast, what if he went too far? “A—Ah, are you okay?”
Gyuvin doesn’t answer, he can’t when he pulls Rickys hips down harder, snapping his hips up trying to fuck him in the right position. He could feel his back start to hurt, the awkward posture made worse with Gyuvins hands basically digging into his hips. Sure to leave bruises that’ll stay for days.
His heart jumps at the thought, he’d let Gyuvin use him until he was stained for days.
“Qubing,” He cries out, eyes fluttering closed as he tries to pull Gyuvins face down. He’s practically being folded in half in this position, but he doesn’t care, he can’t when he takes Gyuvins lips on his own and suddenly, the whole world melts around them.
When he opened his eyes he could see Gyuvins staring into his, seeing him this close he could watch as the tears fell from his eyes, all droopy with his eyebrows knit together. He nips on his bottom lip trying to quiet the noises he’s letting out. Ricky liked to think he was saving them for him.
Gyuvin huffs something, continuing to babble whatever his brain could supply but he chokes on his words, only through a little more coaxing from Ricky did he understand,
“So good, so so good.” He mewled against Rickys lips, barely kissing him anymore. “God, Fuck, you feel so good,”
”You’re crying because of how good you feel? Seriously, Gyuvin?”
“‘m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—Hah, so close.” He shakes, “Can I cum, please?“
It was adorable how desperate he was, how easily he could be brought to submission, how he played into his hands so perfectly, but he didn’t want this playdate to end as easily.
“I cum first.”
”Please! Please, Ricky, ,m so so so close I can’t.”
He snaps his hips down, meeting with Gyuvins as hard as he could, “Get to work then.”
He knows he’s won when Gyuvin removes his hands from both of their cocks to focus on Rickys, wanting nothing more but to make Ricky cum, even if that meant denying himself. It’s mean, his Gyuvin has been working so so hard, and good boys get rewards don’t they.
“So good, Gyuvin,” He purrs, his hand wraps around Gyuvins cock. Stroking him in slow languid flicks of his wrist, he giggles when Gyuvins hips start to stutter, he was so close to cumming he could feel him throbbing in his hands.
Ricky has always been one to overplay his favorite songs, savoring them and looping them in his head. Unconsciously or not, you could always find him humming tunes and melodies nearing the essence of a broken record.
It’s an unfortunate feeling being tired of a song you loved, getting irked at just a second into the intro and turning it off as soon as possible, usually with a rude ‘shut the fuck up’, a phenomenon Ricky was more than guilty in.
But some never get old, it never rots and goes bad. No matter how long you replay it, as if the button was stuck, it always remains a favorite. A melody with notes practically engraved in his head, familiar like each lyric was scored in the back of his hand.
Ricky thinks Gyuvins voice is beautiful. No matter if broken, if heated and incoherent, exhaustion was not a word he could use to describe the feeling that tips and spills within him. Satisfaction, maybe? Bliss could be right, but it was more sinister the right word. The one on the tip of his tongue—Greed.
Greed was a privilege, but a side effect when spoiled rotten. And Ricky was nothing short of, all because of Gyuvin.
“Ricky, shit, s-stop—I’m close.” Gyuvin pants, accidentally squeezing Ricky in his hands. He chokes on his breath, he was so close, too close.
“you can handle it, I know you can.”
Ricky knows he can’t, he knows he’s about to tip into the deep end. He can’t tell if this was intuition or projection, the lines have practically melted together as he dissolves into pleasure, so close to cumming his brain is short circuiting—but that’s what makes it so fun, to test the limits and see how much they could take under Rickys hands. How long until they melt like putty, all sticky and a pain to remove. Of course, not that he wants to.
Gyuvin swallows hard, he’s so close, the rhythm of his hips suffering with him. Ricky tsks, “I’m not even going that fast, Gyuvin.”
Maybe he ticked Gyuvin off, all his secrets are out and Ricky just laughs at him for it, going silent with only huffs and puffs catching his breath. Repositioning his hips properly and looping his arm under his waist. Carrying the lower half of his body with only one arm, he would’ve scolded Gyuvin if he didn't start stroking their cocks together, sticky and wet from Gyuvins cock leaking precum like a faucet, slow and languid as he slowly starts to thrust his hips.
He arches his back with a ragged gasp, not expecting Gyuvin to suddenly take the lead, feeling his body tense then go limp with Gyuvin there to catch him, barely even struggling, Ricky could only tell he was as he watches the sweat sliding down Gyuvins body, as he gets dizzy on the sight of his arms flexing against him, staring when his biceps curls, God, he could get drunk off of this. He hasn’t even drank anything, hell, barely even a sip, but he feels like it, like his face burns, like the world is spinning and fuzzy.
Without an inkling of a warning Gyuvin starts pounding him up the bed, pistoning his hips with barely any regard. Ricky could only watch with wide eyes as Gyuvin throws his head back, still crying and babbling, stumbling over his words until it’s incoherent. He barely even had enough time to hold on to the bedframe to keep himself from being knocked up against it.
From this position Gyuvin is practically fucking the plug inside him, the squelching of the plug being pushed in and out when he’s still stuffed to the brim with Gyuvins cum was nothing short of overwhelming. He’s shaking, eyes closing shut as he moans loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
“Q—Qubing!“ Ricky cried out, gasping for air as moans were knocked out of him.
Gyuvins go faster somehow, almost animalistic when he grunts, nearly folding Ricky in half when he knocks their foreheads together.
Through lidded eyes he could see Gyuvin is still crying. Drool, tears, and sweat dripping down his face as he tries his best to catch Ricky's lips on his own. They’re barely kissing, too sloppy and desperate, Gyuvins spit is practically running down his chin but he doesn’t care.
“Cum, please…please, Ricky” Gyuvin pleaded against his lips, “Please cum, please Ricky I—”
He rakes his nails down Gyuvins back when he cums, mind going numb as stars dance in the back of his vision. His jaw goes slack as he cries out. Holding onto him as if that would ground him and stop his body from shaking. His cock spurts cum all over them, getting all over Gyuvins hands, his stomach, his thighs.
Not even a second later Gyuvin cums all over Ricky. Thick, hot ribbons of cum coating his body. Cumming with Rickys names on his lips then collapsing on top of him. He almost mourns the fact that it’s not inside him before Gyuvin rips the plug outside of him and shoves his cock inside him, burying himself inside and pumping his cum in the deepest part of Ricky.
“Gyuvin!” He screams, clenching around Gyuvins dick as he comes again. Vision fading into black as overstimulation runs it’s course through his body from feeling so stuffed and so full. The only thing he remembers is Gyuvin kissing his lips before the world goes quiet.
…..
By the time Ricky fades back into consciousness, Gyuvin is wiping him down. He blinks the sleep away, earning him a giggle from Gyuvin, “Hi baby.”
He smiles lightly, puckering his lips out in hopes for a kiss, one that of course, Gyuvin indulges him in. Pressing a chaste kiss on his lips then peppering some all over his face. Before resuming his task of wiping Ricky down, he knows how he gets when they linger in the afterglow for a little too long. He smiles again, he’s trained his puppy well.
He yawns, “What time is it?”
“2 AM,” Gyuvin says, “I only know because Hao hyung threw a pillow at me and lectured me for like—20 minutes about how loud we were being”
Oh god, he’s probably gonna receive the same lecture later in the morning. He blushes, achieving a new shade of red as he holds his face in his hands, oh god.
“That’s so embarrassing!” Ricky whisper-yells, he’d shout in embarrassment but he didn’t wanna double the length of the lecture.
Gyuvin just giggles at him, unclipping the cat ears on the top of his head, as if to taunt him even more, they ring when they hit the bed.
“Worth it though,” Gyuvin notes as he finishes cleaning up Ricky, prying his hands off his face and kissing him properly. Ricky sighs, enjoying the moment before his back and ass starts to hurt even more. Gyuvin pulls away to throw the small towel in some random side of the room before crushing Ricky in an embrace, tucking his head on the space between his neck and shoulders.
“Oww, Gyuvin, my back hurts, get off me.” Ricky says, wrapping his arms around Gyuvin and carding his hand through his hair, hypocrite.
“5 minutes, I missed you.”
“I was literally just asleep.”
“Exactly.” Gyuvin replies, kissing his tattoo before going silent.
They stay like that for a bit, relishing in each other's arms and letting the world pass by.
“Gyuvin,” Ricky starts, “was that too much?”
He would never hurt Gyuvin willingly, the thought would never dare to even breach his mind.
“A little,”
Ricky presses a kiss into his hair, “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to, really I didn’t mean any of it I just got carried away—“
“Ricky…” Gyuvin coos, sitting up to face him, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips, “Don’t worry, I wasn’t hurt.”
“Are you sure? You know you could tell me right, I—“
“Believe me, I’m fine. I actually uh—“ Gyuvin pauses, dropping his head in frustration, the word is practically dripping from the tip of his tongue, yet, he still finds himself tongue tied.
Ricky giggles, he’s known Gyuvin long enough to know exactly what he means, he could probably read his mind if he tried hard enough—if it wasn’t obvious by the subtitles on his face.
“You actually what?” There's a teasing tilt in his tone, faux innocence and an overpowering enjoyment in annoying Gyuvin.
“You know what I mean!” Gyuvin groans, kicking his feet against the bed.
Ricky coos, “I don’t know Gyuvin, you have to tell me.” Circling his thumb on Gyuvins cheeks, trying to coax it out of him with gentle touches that will surely melt Gyuvin.
“Stop before I get hard again.” He whines, voice getting quieter and quieter now as it starts sinking in.
Ricky rolls his eyes, giggling and smacking Gyuvin, too insincere to do any real harm, “Freak.”
“It’s your fault!”
“My fault? It’s not my fault you're secretly a kinky freak.”
“And whos fault is that?” Gyuvin glares, not at all intimidating.
“Yours! Your libido is insane I just so happen to help you,” Ricky tuts, lying through his teeth, well is he really lying if he’s just not telling the whole truth.
“Whatever.” Gyuvin rolls his eyes, unseemingly able to hold back his giggles, he melts into the sickest pile of smitten goo when it comes to Ricky, as if instinct to, “Seriously though—“
“I really, really, liked it.” Gyuvin mumbles, looking anywhere but at him, Ricky relishes in the shade of pink all over him, “I hope that… we can try more things like that in the future.”
“You piss me off and you get off on it?” Ricky deadpans, breaking into laughter at Gyuvin's reaction.
“Rikya!” Gyuvin whines, “Let me—Let me finish.”
Something something, Oh he finished alright, but he keeps that to himself.
“I wanna try some more stuff like that, where—Okay, don’t get me wrong, I love taking care of you.” Gyuvin quickly juts out, he acts as if he’s on a ticking time bomb, which he is, but Ricky's too tired to explode….again, “But I just wanna try, it’s genuinely fine if you don’t want to, by the way. I wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or—“
“Qubing, relax,” Ricky smiles, leaning up to press a chaste kiss on to his lips, “I’m willing to try,”
Gyuvins whole face lights up, if he had a tail and ears they’d be sky high and wagging all over the place, “Really?”
“Mhm,” Ricky hums, “I’ll look for some stuff to try, okay?”
Whatever that may bring, is a topic for future Ricky to worry about.